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The End of Another Era... written @ 3:55 PM on August 16, 2002 Well, today is my last day before being whisked away as a college freshman. I've spent the day packing stuff. A lot of stuff. Actually, I'm not sure how all this stuff is going to fit in my room... I hope my roomie isn't bringing too much. Hopefully, I'll be able to unload a lot of the art shit when I get my art locker later next week and clear out some space. I hope she lets me have the bed next to the window. But I'm really looking forward to everything. I don't think I'll be able to sleep much tonight. I want to get out of here! All that's left to pack are clothes, my knick-knacks, and cosmetics. The ass end of the van is going to be freaking dragging on the highway tomorrow morning. Move-in Day begins at nine tomorrow morning. I don't know if we'll be going that early, but we probably should. I mean, it's not just freshmen that are moving in tomorrow-- it's everyone else too. And apparently, NKU overbooked on dorm rooms and stuff. Had to clear out an entire apartment complex, I heard. But even with my number of things to pack beginning to dwindle, there is still much I have to do, loose ends to be tied up. I actually should be taking notes on the book for my "English" class. And then again, it just seems like all I'm doing is waiting, like the earth can't spin fast enough, like the minutes have slowed. Well, I have no especially philosophical things to say. My cats think something is up, with all the bags and boxes in the living room and my wardrobe sprawled across my bed. I think my dad and I have finally made peace in our own ways. I catch my mom staring at me strangely sometimes. I'm sure my brother is having trouble imagining how quiet the house will be once the school year begins, but nevertheless looking forward to it. I saw my high school yesterday. It felt like I had never even been there. I was watching the marching band kids lugging their instruments into the building. That is a world to which none of my friends and I belong anymore. I think we're all thankful for that too. But I thought a lot about the past as I stared at that building. And no matter how good the memories, I was always happier remembering how liberated I felt at graduation. So this is how it feels to be living the rest of your life, eh?
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